only recently have I realized that all the food-obsessing / dieting / exercising / calorie counting i've done was probably OCD-related. I mean i know practically all women diet but i took it to some bad places.

my obsession with sweets is dropping off. i no longer wake up thinking about chocolate, i don't track what i eat anymore. when i started taking prozac i pretty much stopped caring about a lot of things (in a good way) including my weight, which has been a huge irrational preoccupation for my entire life. so i kind of reveled in this freedom for a while, and the end result is that i gained 10 pounds.

the irony is i still don't really care. my BMI is still normal (barely). if i had been at this weight this time last year i would gone beserk. but just for the sake of having more of my clothes fit, i've tried having less junk in the house and i've been really surprised how little i care about it. it's a real gift.